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Would you like to merge this question into it? MERGE already exists as an alternate of this question. Would you like to make it the primary and merge this question into it? MERGE exists and is an alternate of. HE first saw her in his brother's eyes. The rhythm of Fabian's strokes was smooth and unbroken.
So many palay stalks had to be harvested before sundown and there was no time to be lost in idle dallying. But when he stopped to heap up the fallen palay stalks he glanced at his brother as if to fathom the other's state of mind in that one, side-long glance.
How stubborn, this younger brother of his, how hard-headed, fumed Fabian as he felled stalk after stalk. It is because he knows how very good-looking he is, how he is so much run-after by all the women in town.
The obstinate, young fool! With his queer dreams, his strange adorations, his wistfulness for a life not of these fields, not of their quiet, colorless women and the dullness of long nights of unbroken silence and sleep. Vidal stopped in his work to wipe off the heavy sweat from his brow. But that was the reason the master would not let him go; he could harvest a field in a morning that would require three men to finish in a day.
There were flowers, insects, birds of boyhood memories, what Fabian had done to them. I wonder what can touch him. Milia's father has five. You have but to ask her and Milia will accept you any time. Vidal had taken off his wide, buri hat and was twisting and untwisting it nervously.
How are you, Vidal? It affected Fabian very queerly, he could feel his muscles tensing as he waited for her to speak again. But he did not stop in work nor turn to look at her. She was talking to Vidal about things he had no idea of. She was so near him that when she gestured, perhaps as she spoke, the silken folds of her dress brushed against him slightly, and her perfume, a very subtle fragrance, was cool and scented in the air about him.
Everything as you please. Oh, your elder brother. He had never seen anyone like her. She was tall, with a regal unconscious assurance in her figure that she carried so well, and pale as though she had just recovered from a recent illness.
She was not exactly very young nor very beautiful. But there was something disquieting and haunting in the unsymmetrical of her features, in the queer reflection of the dark blue-blackness of her hair, in her eyes, in that mole just above her nether lips, that tinged her whole face with a strange loveliness.
For, yes, she was indeed beautiful. Then the whole plan of the brow and lip and eye was revealed; one realized that her pallor was the ivory-white of rice grain just husked, that the sinuous folds of silken lines were but the undertones of the grace that flowed from her as she walked away from you.
The blood rushed hot to his very eyes and ears as he met her grave, searching look that swept him from head to foot. She approached him and examined his hot, moist arms critically. Then "Thank you," and taking and leaning on the arm of the master she walked slowly away.
The two brothers returned to their work but to the very end of the day did not exchange a word. Once Vidal attempted to whistle but gave it up after a few bars.
When sundown came they stopped harvesting and started on their way home. They walked with difficulty on the dried rice paddies till they reached the end of the rice fields.
The stiffness, the peace of the twilit landscape was maddening to Fabian. It was queer how he kept on thinking about her, on remembering the scent of her perfume, the brush of her dress against him and the look of her eyes on his arms.
Why was her face always before him as though it were always focused somewhere in the distance and he was forever walking up to it? A large moth with mottled, highly colored wings fluttered blindly against the bough, its long, feathery antennae quivering sensitively in the air. Vidal paused to pick it up, but before he could do so his brother had hit it with the bundle of palay stalks he carried.
The moth fell to the ground, a mass of broken wings, of fluttering wing-dust.Ang artikulong ito ay nagbibigay ng napakalalim na tanaw sa Pitong Tatak, Pitong Trumpeta, at ang Mausisang Paghuhukom!
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